THE MILF THE BOYS AND THE GAZEBO
My husband Martin announced over dinner one Friday that a work colleague of his was getting married the following day and we had been invited. I had never met this guy or his bride but apparently it was our duty to attend as far as Martin was concerned. I was more than happy to go along, I like a good wedding and the chance to dress up and enjoy ourselves. That night I went through the closet to decide what to wear. The reception and party were being held in the garden of the groom’s parents,...